Word… I be all thirsty
Word… I be all thirsty and shit!
So, to get on with
So, to get on with life. Let’s get back to what I’m good at. Talking mindlessly about DJs and Counterstrike, as Nagle likes to put it. And so I shall.
Check this out. The Top 10 Ways To Tell If Your Child is a Hacker. I found that over at usr/bin/grl and thought it was funny shit. Worth a read.
Also, Nagle pointed out a nifty page on screenwriting for those who are down with that. Check out About.com’s Screenwriting page.
Cool stuff for those hard to shop for college kids… check out Urban Outfitters. You know you want to.
Those into game design and discussion of such would probably want to check out the Game Development Search Engine if they haven’t already. I was particulary interested in the 3D game engine section since I was looking for a free engine to play around with.
And because a post wouldn’t be complete without some Counter-Strike stuff, CSNation has given themselves a face lift, check it out for you’re always continuing CS news.
And last but not least… don’t mess with the little yellow rodent… “cause Pikachu just knocked you the fuck out!”
later.
You know, there’s not much
You know, there’s not much I’ll ever apologize for. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m too proud or too stupid. I don’t apologize for anything I write, as a rule mind you. But I will apologize when I’ve hurt a friend. I think this is silly and has gone on long enough. Things were said that were hurtful to me, things I said back were hurtful to others. That’s the short of it. I’m not going to extend this into a useless barrage of “who did what” and I’m not going to deal with it further. If I wanted to “deal with it” or “cut the bullshit” further, I’d hire a shrink. They get paid for this crap. I don’t have the time nor the ambition to straiten out personal shortcomings or the shortcomings of others if there are any. There was misunderstanding all around and it stands as such. I’m sorry for those misunderstandings. Now I’m dropping the subject and hope others will as well.
PS: There is no harm in calling me “Matty” despite what has been previously discussed, that wasn’t the point of all this. The point was to merely explain the reasons behind the sensitivity of that word. You are all my friends, and I love you as such. The term is an affectionate and friendly one and I have no problem with it being used in that manner. You must simply understand that it does carry another meaning, one you did not know about. Now you know. And knowing is half the battle.
Alright. FUCK THIS! I’m being
Alright. FUCK THIS! I’m being attacked on my own fucking website. This is ridiculous. Lets cut the bullshit.
1. Lauren calls me “Matty”, she likes to be the only one to do so.
2. Heather used the word “Matty” as a friendly gesture, not knowing of it’s personal “pet name” nature.
3. Lauren got jealous.
4. I, not wanting to have a jealous girlfriend, explained the situation, bluntly.
5. I was harsh yet very clear in my explanation.
6. Nick took offence and defended his girlfriends right to assemble letters together into words.
Congratulations! We all win a cookie for being the most sensitive bunch of assholes I’ve ever seen. My self included. I have talked to Lauren and she knows that Heather is a friend and not competition. I have also made it clear the nature of that particular “pet name.” The tone I said it in was harsh and for that I’m sorry. I am not however, sorry for saying any of this, any of what I said yesterday, or any of what I’ll say in the future. It was a “bad day” all around and although that is no excuse, it certainly didn’t help matters. But lets get something perfectly strait. This is a website that contains a personal yet public journal. If I’m not going to share private thoughts what’s the fucking point of having it. I do not and will not justify my posting of anything to anyone, ever. I have never compromised anything I’ve ever written for an English class, for a teacher or for a job and certainly have no intensions of doing it in a group of friends. I value my friends very highly and hope they understand the situation. A friendly gesture of kind words was taken in the wrong context and it’s been dealt with. Deal with it ’cause I’m not in the mood.
Ladies and gentleman. An error
Ladies and gentleman. An error has been made. The comments of yesterdays post contains the phrase “Matty”. This is a term of affection towards me and the exclusive rights and privilges to the use of this term are given exclusivly to Lauren. This is a sensitive subject and is not to be taken lightly. Lauren, fearing that she was losing me to some other girl responded in the natural manner anyone who expect. I love Lauren, and no other. She is the most wonderful and perfect girl I have ever known. I have every intention of making her my wife. No other girl could possibly compair in any catagory. I love her with all my heart. You all know that. This is very serious and I’m very concerned. I fear that somehow my relationship with Lauren was damaged in some way. If this should ever happen, I couldn’t bear to live. I never wish to lose the one love of my life. My hope is that people are more careful in the future in choosing their words. This is directed at one person specifically, but it applies to everyone. I’m going to call Lauren now, and hopefully try to repair some damage that one persons careless, though thoughtful comments have caused. I did appreciated the “cheer up” comments, but the rest was out of line. My appologies. I hope this matter is straitened out. Good day.
Well, I “borrowed” my parents
Well, I “borrowed” my parents modem for a few minutes to check my mail. Luckily it worked. I’m writing this from my computer rather than their’s. I had around 80 emails, all but 6 of them spam. How does that happen? I’d really like to know. I’m not on any mailing lists, message boards, anything. The only website that has my email address is Amazon.com and they say in their legal jargon that they don’t sell user information. So… where is all this coming from. Maybe I’ll ask Chip to set up a Spam filter for me… But, anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that I can check my email. Huzah! That doesn’t mean I’ll be able to check it every night, or even nearly every night, but when I’m able to disconnect their modem and set it up on mine, I’ll be able to get email. Man, I can’t wait to get back to GA… well, scratch that, I can’t wait till I get back to a nice connection. I don’t care where it is. Ok, now that I’m done checking MY email, I guess it’s time to do something for the day. I don’t know what, but something.
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